Free Stalk Me by Jillian Dodd Page B

an old t-shirt to sleep in. I look down at myself and think back to my failed seduction attempt on Sander. When I wrote scenes for seducing Brooklyn, my wardrobe certainly did not consist of an old camp t-shirt and a pair of boxers. 
    I keep the wet towel wrapped around me while contemplating whether or not I should just jump naked into his bed. I mean, what if he actually does want to just go to sleep? My being naked might be a tad awkward. 
    He sits on the side of the bed with his back toward me and takes off his board shorts. I decide that if he gets in naked. I’ll go naked. 
    He slides on a pair of boxers and, happily, I get to see a nice view of his naked butt when he stands up.
    But that also means I have to find something to wear. I dig through his drawer and find the smallest boxers I can, then grab the softest t-shirt. If I can’t be sexy then I’m at least going to be soft.
    I put them on, walk around to the other side of his bed, and slide under his cool sheets. 
    His hands are immediately on the hem of his shirt. 
    “Take this off,” he says, tugging on it. 
    I sit up, pull the shirt off, lie back down, and try not to hyperventilate. 
    I think things actually are going to happen. 
    !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    It’s dark in his room, but the moonlight dancing over the waves outside causes light to bounce around his room. Light that is just as romantic as the stars.
    Brooklyn’s eyes glide over my body in a way that makes me feel like he’s actually caressing me. And when he pulls me into his arms and kisses me, my naked chest presses tightly against his. 
    “That thing that you whispered to me about joy. What was it?”
    He murmurs into my hair. “ A thing of beauty is a joy forever. It’s Keats. For my Keats.”
    His Keats. I think those may be the most beautiful words I have ever heard. 
    I fall happily to sleep.

 
     
     
     
    Sunday, May 15th
    So it was just a hookup?
    7:45am
     
    Sunlight and a soft, cool breeze stream through the open doors. It takes me a second to realize that I’m shirtless in Brooklyn’s bed. 
    Last night wasn’t just a really good dream.
    Finally! After all the dreaming and planning, all the scripts I wrote, I finally got to kiss him. 
    A lot!
    Brooklyn lazily opens his eyes and pulls me into a kiss. 
    As we’re kissing, he gently takes my hand and lays it on the front of his boxers, letting me feel how very hard he is. 
    I mentally thank Vanessa for going into such detail about how to please a man. She told me and RiAnne it was vital information every girl should know. And I needed the lesson. At the time, I thought giving a blowjob meant you actually blew on it. Not that I’ve had the opportunity to practice, but at least I understand the theory.
    I run my hand firmly up and down the outside of his boxers. He groans softly then slides them off. 
    I internally panic. 
    Now what am I supposed to do? Does he want sex? A blowjob? For me to continue with my hand? 
    Do I want sex? 
    Shouldn’t he confess his love to me first? 
    Or did he kinda last night? When I went from his bff to his Keats.
    He kisses me again and puts my hand back where it was. It feels odd. Like a foreign country. 
    A foreign country I’ve read all about, even seen the videos of, but have never visited. 
    He puts his hand over mine and guides me.  
     
    Pretty soon he starts breathing heavily, and his whole body stiffens up. 
    Even though I know what just happened was all about making him feel good, it kinda made me feel good too. 
    Like, powerful. Like, intoxicated with power. 
    Brooklyn rolls up against me and gently caresses my chest, across my stomach, and down my leg. 
    His fingers gently stroke the insides of my thighs and then move between my legs. 
    “I want to make you feel good too,” he whispers, as he slides his finger inside of me.
    It’s not the first time a guy has done this to me, but Brooklyn seems to be doing it a whole lot better. I